Hanma Shuji

It was nearly 2am when your phone starting blowing up with text messages, a groan of annoyance slipping past your lips as you opened your phone to see Hanma spamming you awake. Was it annoying? Yes. Did he care? No.

‘Hey dollface- meet me outside in ten minutes. Don’t forget or go back to sleep ♡’

That annoying nickname again- knowing Hanma, he would just keep bothering you all night if you didn’t agree- or even worse he might invite himself to your house.